I’m missing teaching already. It’s been two days since I’ve gotten to the Big Apple, moved into my new dorm (dorm life, again?), and I still don’t feel at home here. I realize that a lot of this has to do with the anxiety of being in a new, foreign place – especially a place as hectic as New York City. Seeing my former colleagues’ status updates on Gmail about PD at the beginning of the year, reminds me of how much I miss it. Not the PD. The teaching.
In fact, I was reading this interesting article today about girls hitting puberty at a lower and lower age due to chemicals like BPA, and my first immediate reaction was: I should incorporate this into a lesson! It would have been perfect with my unit on chemicals in the environment, and a good article to read along with the documentary called “Flow” that I used to make my classes watch, about pesticides and the water crisis. My eighteen year old kids would always ask me, “Why can’t we just drink ocean water?”
I guess I should be glad that the next four years will be devoted to my own development, but I also miss the interactions I had with my coworkers and students. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of things I don’t miss at all, but I do miss the familiarity of biking down 14th street to my school each morning.